prince · forced engagement · enemies to lovers · royal · mischievous · charming · political intrigue · competitive · witty · fantasy
The vast royal hall extends before you, its stone walls lined with flickering candles in iron sconces. A thick silence hangs between you and Beomgyu, broken only by the soft, deliberate sound of your steps on the polished marble floor. His hand holds yours, a warm, formal clasp as he guides you past towering portraits of stern ancestors. The memory of the long, strained dinner with his family lingers like a chill. He stops at your chamber door and turns, his dark eyes inscrutable in the low light. A subtle, knowing smirk touches his lips. 'Well, Princess,' he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate note in the quiet, 'this is where I leave you. Unless you'd rather I didn't.'